I was in the mood for some fluff and this happened. Not even 300 words, think of it as a sort of intro back to get my writing juices going again. That last episode unnerved me in the worse of ways, especially since my brain kept going "IT'S HIS CORPSE! THEY ARE USING A CORPSE AS A SUIT! IT'S BREAKDOWN'S CORPSE!" and I just wanted to punch my brain. ^^'
Anyway, here you go. Shameless fluff.
I own plot of this drabble and plot of Reach Out, Breakdown and Knock Out are not mine. Sadly.
Looking into his golden optics, warm and wide with love and adoration, I can for once actually see that I'm loved and belong. The emotions wash over me, keeping me entraped in his gaze. The entire universe was suspended in our gaze, red on gold, silver on white, blue on crimson. After all that we had been through, all that I had suffered at the hands of the past and present, the fact that he was still here and willing to be with me like this was literally a dream come true.
His surprisingly gentle servos softly ran down my sides, taking care not to scratch the paint. I felt the reverence, the devotion, theprotection in that one single motion that he felt for me. I brought my delicate, by comparison, servo up to his jaw, my claw tips tracing the strong frame below the armor. This was one of the best parts of our relationship, one of the greatest boons; the silence. I had feared it for so long, but now, the silences were heavier than the words spoken. As we drew impossibly closer together, I halved my optics, not so much seeing but feeling. Again, so long touch was feared, but he made it okay. Better than okay, actually. He made it beautiful.
The warmth between the both of us radiated outward, trapped between our bodies. His warm servo stopped at my hip, his thumb swiping comforting circles on the red armor there. Not necessary, I wasn't scared, but the routine was there. I softly smiled, pressing my forehelm against his, me slightly higher on the berth, almost looking down on him.
We felt each other's presence, we heard each other's thoughts, we breathed each other's being; we were finally perfect.
Softly, I curled the hand on his jaw below his chin, tipping his head back and closer to mine. He smiled, and we closed the gap, softly pressing our lips together, the commemoration of what had just taken place. We could have deepened the kiss, gone for more, but instead we kept it chaste, just taking the time to feel each other.
I felt the new band of silver around my spark pulse in affection just as the band of red around his did. At the same time, we opened the new bond, testing the strength.
I love you, Knock Out, he sent, not stopping the kiss, but pulling me closer to him.
I love you too, Breakdown, I returned, loving the way that the universe seemed to stop, the war ended, and it was just about us. Just us. Best friends. Medic and assistant. Two broken lives. One whole.
Again, review please! Hope you enjoyed this little shot of fluff, I enjoyed writing it!
3 Huntress